I was sitting on the edge of mom's bed next to the only window of our little apartment, listening to music from my tiny blue transistor radio. It was my favourite relaxation spot - when my mother was not at home, because it was also hers and in her half of the bedroom behind the dividing blind.
I liked sitting there, not only for the breeze, but mostly for its vantage view of the flight of stairs running along the side of the house to the apartments on the upper floor of the two flat building. It was the mid-sixties and miniskirts were the rage in the country. All the young women living upstairs, four of them, wore minis and had to pass by my window on their way up or down.
I was looking over into the neighboring yard at a pretty middle aged woman hanging out clothes on a line, enjoying the sight of her thick body in a half-slip pulled up to cover her bra-less breasts, thereby showing a lot of her round thighs, especially when she reached upward to pin a piece of garment. This led me to thinking about sex with her - not for the first time - when out of the blue the thought hit me that over the past year, I'd been fucking with varying frequency and with the skill of a master pussy juggler, a female in each of the four apartments on my flat of the house, but was yet to make a move on any of the women next door or upstairs'
I was more taken aback by the reality that I hadn't set my sights on anybody upstairs, seeing that the women up there were of a higher caliber in terms of looks and age. Of the four I was boning one was my age, nineteen and inexperienced, while the others were either middle aged or old and not as good looking as the pretty things upstairs who looked to be in the range of mid-twenties to early thirties.
As I thought about it I realized that it was not a case of me being satisfied with what I had on the plate, nor was it a case of lack of confidence, for, over the past year, due to the relatively easy success I'd had in snaring 'my four', my confidence had grown tremendously and I'd even spread my wings outside of the yard on a couple of occasions. The problem was that I saw the ladies upstairs as untouchables for a number of reasons including relationship statuses, good looks and affluent careers. They were either married or in steady relationships; they were good looking and had good jobs - by working class, slum-yard standards. I simply allowed them to intimidate me.
I decided there and then that I was not going to let the intimidation continue, I was going to test the upstairs waters. My mind brought up the image of Savitri, the thickest of the lot. Savitri was the young daughter-in-law of the Indian landlord. She was mouthwatering thick, a chubby lover's dream. She was about five six and about one eighty-five, one-ninety pounds with a nice, trim waist, round smooth thighs and a reasonably sized ass that she seemed to delight in deliberately bouncing. Her mid-sized breasts which were yet to suckle, stood high and round on her chest.
Her pretty, oval face could rival any of the sixties movie stars; as a matter of fact there was a noticeable resemblance between her and the sultry Hollywood actress Gina Lollobrigida with her face being a fleshier version, bearing the same pouty lips, big brown eyes and cute nose with flaring nostrils. Her lustrous, shiny black hair, when let down, fell to her waist, and her complexion was that of a light, creamy beige. She was a jovial, witty and spunky character, with daring written all over her.
I knew she was spunky because of the numerous clashes she'd had with her in-laws and a couple of the neighbors over the past year that she'd been here. She wasn't your average, shy, docile and conservative Indian girl. Her personality was just as uncharacteristic of an Indian girl as was her thick thighs and hefty ass. Her marriage, as was still fairly customary in those days, had been one arranged by the parents. You didn't have to look too closely to see that hers was an obvious mismatch.
The landlord's son who had gone abroad to pursue medical studies had insisted that his sexy wife leave her shopkeeper parents more spacious home where they had been living and come live with his parents while he was abroad. He'd even used connections to have her transferred to a neighborhood school a stone's throw away from his parent's home; she was a teacher. One didn't have to catch her in action or use much imagination to figure out that she was a player and that the marriage, if it continued was not likely to be a happy one.
As I sat there thinking about Savitri, the old idiom about speak of the devil, was brought to life. I heard footsteps and looking up, saw her coming down the stairs in a short, pink mini-skirt, looking absolutely fuckable, her plump crotch in white panties blasting my eyes. She wore minis most of the time, much to the dismay of her mother-in-law. She flashed me a smile as she passed by with a bath towel over her shoulder and soap dish in hand. Out in the yard, when she bent over to pick up the two big buckets of water that she must have earlier filled at the stand pipe, for her bath, I got another flash of prime crotch, this time from behind, peeking out from between two thigh thighs, the white panties stuck into her sumptuous as crack, snugly hugging the sex mound.
I watched in a daze as she walked towards the outdoor bathroom further to the back of the house, struggling a bit under the weight of the buckets. The landlord's and upper flat tenants' two shared-bathrooms had pipes in them, but at certain times of the day the pressure was not enough for it to reach the shower and sometimes even the lower pipe below the shower. Under the yard pipe was a concrete hole that the buckets were placed into to be filled from a ground level branched off pipe. When she put the buckets down to open the bathroom door she turned and saw me looking at her. I guiltily averted my eyes only to look back almost immediately to get another flash of pussy as she picked up a bucket.
With the image of Savitri's delectable crotch swimming around in my head, I was hot and gently groping my hardon out of view, by the time she returned to make her climb back upstairs after bathing. As she passed by she paused briefly and whispered to me.
"You could have come out an' help me with de buckets ... you're no gentleman," she said and continued her climb.
I was stunned by her words, she had never spoken to me before, only an occasional wave of the hand or a smile. Before I could think of something to say she had reached to top of the stairs. As she kicked off her slippers, her soap dish dropped and she bent over to pick it up making me more stunned from the sight of her naked pussy with the sparse sprinkling of black hairs around the fluffy lips. She straightened up and looked back anxiously as if to verify if I'd seen her briefly exposed privates. She gave me an obviously, mock, cross look and then a half smile that implied we shared a secret.
School was on summer break so she would be home all day and every day for another six weeks or so, hopefully, moving up and down the stairs regularly with her sweet self. I was between construction jobs, and was thinking to myself that I wouldn't mind an extended period without work. I got work whenever my uncle, my mom's brother got a contract.
The next day I was at the same spot, but later in the afternoon when she came down the stairs. She pretended not to notice me or hear the little compliment I threw her way. She went to the back of the yard and gathered clothes from the line. As she passed me I whispered another compliment which she again ignored. Halfway up she stopped and bent over to fix her slippers. This time around she was wearing bright, glittery, gold panties. I almost choked. Without straightening up she looked back under her arm and spoke.
"Too many hot flashes could blind yuh eyes, you know. Yuh better stop looking up here," she said, then continued on her way.
At the top of the stairs she gave me a smile then briefly stuck out her tongue at me before going inside. She was playing with me for sure, I told myself. I wondered if she was playing with a purpose and how far she was prepared to go.
Two mornings later from deeper in the house I heard footsteps, which I hoped would be hers, because by that time everybody who worked would have already left for work. I knew that two of the four kids who lived upstairs had gone to spend the holidays with their grandparents. That left only one married lady and her infant daughter, and Savitri's mother-in-law and her granddaughter who had come for the holidays. Declining to go sit on the bed as usual, I hurried to the side of the window and looked up - it was Savitri with her bath towel and soap dish in hand. She glanced in and saw me. Without stopping, she whispered to me, telling me to come around to the front of the house.
When I got to the front of the house she was standing in the little flower patch that her father-in-law kept, close to a dividing picket fence that ran down from the center of the building to the front fence.
"Yuh had breakfast as yet?" she asked.
"No," I lied
"Me neither ... when I'm finished bathing I goin' up to mek mine ... you could come up and join me if yuh want," she said, without looking at me.
